I fell down in the race of life

It caused excruciating pain

My dreams were shattered my goals were knived

But what's to stop me to try again?

I'll pick myself up and start to run

and never rest until I'm done

I need to rush, I need to hurry

I've got a long way to close the gap

Till sweat makes my eyes all blurry

I'll not stop nor ease my step

Now I'm way behind, I've lost my lead

But I'm in line, and won't lose my head

What did you expect me to do, to sit and cry?

To bawl my eyes out until I die?

No sir no, I ain't doing that

Where I'm going I'm already late

Where does it all end, you might wonder

It's where I fall still and move not further

To let the younger stronger pass

While I fade to death upon the grass

But it's not now it's not, my time is yet to come

My journey is yet over, barely has it begun

You're running this race too, you know, this race of human life

Stop and enjoy the scenery or you'll be past in a blink of an eye

Yeah there are stones and rocks along the way

But don't we all face this every day

Choose your steps wisely or you might just stumble and fall

One wrong move and you might just lose it all

This race ain't about who comes out top

But how we run it until we stop

Take heed my friends, run like the wind

I hope we're all in the same place right at the end

it's been one yr one month and sixteen days since he left. i miss him. i miss his laughter; his spasticity; his lame jokes; his teasings; his dreams; his aspirations; his passion in rock climbing; and most importantly, his strength in God. he really did grow up a lot in faith at that point of time. It was God who kept encouraging and comforting him. even after going through months of medication, brain scans, hospitalization, one operation after another, he did not give up. he continued to praise God and worship Him, because our Lord was the One who shone on him through his darkest hours.

it hurts me dearly to see my dearest friend leave. sometimes i wish i can go with him, to that better place. or perhaps, to swap places with him. it's a silly thought, i know. but i also know that if i were the one who fell ill, he would do the same things i have done, if not more. it just wasn't typical of him to talk about the word 'love'. yet he told me he loved me as a friend. and it was only then i realized, he was so important to me. i could not bear to let go, yet i have to. i have to let him go to that better place.

one day, i believe we will meet again, in that better place... called heaven.